Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The fourth card is Fang Dashao's diamond 9 and Yan San's diamond 5.

Three 9s, Young Master Fang spoke.

The red color on Young Master Fang's face faded away, he picked up the trump card and took a closer look.

Yan San tapped the cards lightly with his fingers, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said: You have a big card, why don't you go all-in?

Young Master Fang's eyes flashed, his fingers trembled slightly, and then he looked at the cards in his hole again.

He took out five million chips from the chip box and threw them on the table.

Liang Jiarong showed Wu Kun his cell phone again. It read, Fang has the 9 of diamonds. He must have the 4 and 7 of diamonds to beat him. Do you think Fang can shuttle?

Wu Kun glanced at him, took out his cell phone and typed, Do you know how to stud?

Liang Jiarong shook his head and typed: No, the cards are not big enough. What if it is all over in one go? They are people with the luck of the God of Wealth.

Wu Kun nodded and glanced around. It seemed that many people had heard this rumor.

Yan San still followed.

The dealer played the fifth card, Fang Dashao had 8 spades and Yan San had 7 spades.

Mr. Fang smiled proudly and threw out all the remaining money in a cash box. The croupier counted: Ten million.

Liang Jiarong mobile phone: Are there four ways?

Wu Kun: I’m afraid so.

Liang Jiarong: Then we should give up.

Before Wu Kun could answer, Yan San had already thrown away ten million chips and said coldly: Open the cards.

The dealer revealed Mr. Fang's card, the 3 of diamonds, and then revealed Yan San's hole card, the 4 of clubs.

Mr. Yan's straight, Mr. Fang's trip, Mr. Yan wins.

While the dealer was shuffling the cards, Yan San looked back at Ling Qingyu and saw her blinking with a smile. Her eyes suddenly softened and she smiled back.

Yan Qiye and Eleven snorted softly at the same time.

A new game started, and with the cards in his hand, Young Master Fang felt a cold air coming over him again, making him stare at the cards for a long time before he shuddered and put the cards away.

Yan Qi snorted a breath from his nose. Damn it, Yan San was so clever at cheating.

The murderous aura in Yan San's body was cultivated in the pile of dead people since he was a child. Even Ye Shiyi can't compare with it. When his murderous aura is released, someone like Mr. Fang who has never experienced it will definitely feel chilled all over and his pupils will dilate.

Then Yan San can see the cards in the pupils clearly with his eyesight...

Moreover, his murderous aura can be released in a targeted manner so that no one else can feel it...

In the second round, on the third round, Yan San folded his cards and gave up.

In the third round, in the third round, Yan San folded his cards.

In the fourth round, in the second round, Yan San folded his cards.

The chips on the card table returned to their original state.

Young Master Fang was furious. Three times in a row, he had a big hand, but his opponent didn't even give him a chance to stud, and just folded his hand. It seemed like he had to use some strategies, such as showing weakness.

In the fifth round, Young Master Fang sighed, and the chips he threw out did not exceed one million, which made Second Young Master Dong feel like his eyes were twitching. This was so damn fake!

Yan San kept following.

On the fourth lap, Mr. Fang threw away five million in cash and looked at Yan San with an expression like I'm just bluffing and you're not going to follow me.

Yan San followed.

Young Master Fang lost.

Yan Qi and Ye Eleven looked at it with no passion at all. Who else would not be passionate if they knew each other's cards... But the others were very excited.

No matter what methods Young Master Fang used, the man named Yan remained unmoved. Except when he turned around and smiled tenderly at his woman during the break, he always had a cold look on his face and occasionally used contemptuous expressions. The tone is urging to say a few words.

An hour later, Mr. Fang had lost 20 million.

Twenty million is nothing to Mr. Fang, but he just feels that it is a grind. Every time he gets a good hand, the opponent folds and gives up, without giving him any chance. After folding, he will not look at it. Others don't know the trump card, but he knows it in his heart. He is so aggrieved that he can't show it, because letting the other party see his true emotions is a taboo on the gambling table.

You can rest for ten minutes after one hour. Before Yan San could get up, the door of the casino was quietly pushed open. A middle-aged man walked in with a tall beauty on his arm. Seeing that it was time to rest, he took a few steps. , arrived at the viewing area on one side, and smiled at Mr. Ji: I'm late, how about it? Is it exciting?

Mr. Ji stepped in and whispered: It's wonderful. The man named Yan made extremely accurate judgments every time, and he made the right decision without delay at all. Rather than saying that he was gambling, it was better to say that he was gambling. Every step he took had foreseen the outcome.

After the middle-aged man sat down, Lin Ziyu sat down next to her and nodded to Zhong Chufei sitting on the other side.

Why did Mr. Gong come here at this time? Zhong Chufei smiled and nodded, silently asking Chu Nan.

Chu Nan shook his head, glanced at Mr. Gong and then back to Yan San, who was walking towards Ling Qingyu.

Although he didn't know why, he always felt that this man was cheating.

Otherwise, can all the signs be calculated so accurately?

Is that boy A Dong here? Mr. Ji asked in a whisper.

Mr. Gong nodded and said, Are you going to start selling that lotus flower later?

Mr. Ji glanced at him and said leisurely: Why do you like it too? As he said that, his eyes swept over Lin Ziyu who was keeping a certain distance away from the two of them.

Mr. Gong followed his gaze, smiled, and whispered: A Dong wants it, saying that it can block evil spirits.

Mr. Ji snorted and said: Nothing can stop his evil spirit. There are many people who want lotus flowers. Let him bid.

The smile on Mr. Gong's face faded, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he said, Old Ji, not everyone can be like you.

Although the boundaries between black and white in this world are not clear, it is not so easy for a black person to completely turn into a white person.

The sarcasm on Mr. Ji's face became even heavier, and he said calmly: It just depends on when selfish desires will come to an end. Nothing is impossible.

Mr. Gong smiled, turned to look at the man who was praised by Mr. Ji, and then saw the circle of men. The corner of his eye twitched unconsciously, and he whispered: Did you arrange it?

Mr. Ji glanced at the smiling people, his brows suddenly tightened, his voice was filled with anger, and he whispered: Gong, you should know what will happen if you mess up in my place!

Your place? Didn't you give most of the shares to the man named Lu? Mr. Gong nodded to his acquaintances with a smile, and said in a cold voice, Even the place here was given to mainlanders. , have you explained it to us?

Mr. Ji raised the corner of his mouth and said, I see, you are here for me.

Don't dare. We just want to deal with the people surnamed Lu. Lao Ji, if you don't do this, you can't block the way of the brothers. If A Dong loses this time, then our access to the five provinces of Central and South China will be blocked. If we are blocked, we will lose more than just a few of us. After Mr. Gong finished speaking in a low voice with a hint of sarcasm, he hugged Lin Ziyu and said that they would no longer talk.

Mr. Ji's expression changed, and he finally put down the hand holding the phone in his pocket.

He has already quit this business, and once he gets involved, he really can't quit.